Saturday, November 29, 2014

Wrong Turn


                           ... a wrong turn down a forest road
 on an unfamiliar night ... until the lights 

                     of some small town ... lost like me ... at the edge of a long ago summer 







The photograph is mine.

6 comments:

  1. Fine photo, and with that closing line of your poem, reminds me of the town I spent my teen years in, how it felt.

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    1. Towns such as this still play a large part in my life ... this is both a good and a not so good thing ... :)

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  2. A lonesome town. And poem. What town is it, Teresa?

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    1. The town that appeared when I was actually lost on a forest road at night was a little town called Emily, but this photo was taken in my little town, near where I live, Pine River, also the name of the river that flows on my land. It's growing smaller by the year ...

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  3. Sometimes a small town late at night can be an intense kind of lonely.

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    1. Yes, well said. It's a very specific, yet vague feeling ...

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